The other night while Mr. Vixen and I were enjoying Jericho, Bear (who does not care for the show, but does think Skeet is sexyhawt) asked what time it was. I told her it was “quarter of ten.” To which she replies, “Ugh, so we have another 25 minutes of this show!” I said no, just 15 minutes. Then she says, “But a quarter is 25!”

I explained (whilst trying to control my giggles) that there are 100 cents in a dollar, so yes a quarter of a dollar is 25. However, there are only 60 minutes in an hour, so quarter of an hour is only 15 minutes. (Yes, she is a A-B grade junior in high school!).

I have entirely too many to choose from. However, I still don’t have internet at home. Well, technically I have internet. But it only works on one computer and the 16-year-old who needs to do homework and can whine and complain much better than…well she has it. So I had to pick one I had on my computer at work. (I am not blogging from work. Why would you say such a thing?) (more…)